1 When you had played with life a space
2 And made it drink and lust and sing,
3 You flung it back into God's face
4 And thought you did a noble thing.
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A cutting poem on a young poet's wasted life and his defeatist outlook - a shame for those so gifted but so cowardly as to escape through suicide.
My take of this poem is that life is a precious gift given to us by God. To make the decision to end it by suicide is unforgivable and a cowardly act that does not afford us a chance to find a solution to whatever the problem is.
a terrific poem! Love this!